My Life

I stand in darkness,
Silence.
Thinking thoughts that aren’t mine,
Wearing clothes that aren’t mine,
Moving in ways that aren’t mine.

I stand in moonlight,
Whispers.
Watching friends I don’t know,
Hearing words I don’t  know,
Knowing things I don’t know.

I stand in twilight,
Murmurs.
Telling stories that aren’t real,
Seeing places that aren’t real,
Using objects that aren’t real.

But when I stand in the spotlight,
Thunderous.
Those thoughts become mine,
Those friends become mine,
Those stories become mine.

Because I am an actor.

Like A Turtle

Like a turtle, I withdraw into a safe place of comfort. 

Though I want nothing more than to explore my horizons, 
The world outside is too hard to face. 

I endeavour to soar with the eagles. 
I attempt to swim with the dolphins. 
I try to run with the cheetahs. 

But in the end, I am ostracized, 
And must hide away from the pain. 
I must hide away 
From the inevitable sting of defeat. 

For though I want nothing more than to have a friend, 
The safe shelter of my shell is the only thing 
That can protect me from the harshness 
Of the things I can never have, 
And the failed opportunities I dare not face.

A Flash Of Blades

Steel

The sword floats in the air,
Its silvery blade gleaming.

Hungry

The razor-sharp edge glistens
As it slices through the air,
Missing its mark by inches.

Thirsty

The ornate handle shows elegance,
Reflecting the weapon it adorns.

Beautiful

The clang of metal meeting metal
Rings like a toll of the Grim Reaper
At the end of days.

Deadly

Scratches and dents adorn the steel,
Remnants of battles long past.

Experienced

Crimson red liquid runs down its length
As it finally reaches its mark,
And leeches life from its victim.

Victorious

Rondelet on Autumn

Autumn comes now,

A pleasant chill pervades the air.

Autumn comes now

That summer is gone and winds plough

Through the light clothes we once wore. Fair

Is the breeze that harkens winter.

Autumn comes now.

Eidolons of Gran Pulse - Brynhildr

By the grace of Etro, warrior maiden be drawn by the fires of battle.
Come forth, wreathed in blazing glory.
Your Rousing Inferno terrorizes all with your fury,
Discouraging those who would seek to quarrel.
The Ethereal Blaze that surrounds your vessel
Shall burn to cinders any who provoke thee,
And with ease, your enemies shall swiftly foresee
The demise of those who with Eidolons meddle.

As you burst forth swiftly, racing through
Your enemies, they will with dying groans exclaim,
As you follow your powerful master's bidding.
Múspell Flame, burn those who dare challenge you.
A name in blood, a pact of flame.
Brynhildr shall rise, her bond eternal and unyielding.

Eidolons of Gran Pulse - Odin

By grace of Etro, let thunder herald your arrival.
Come forth, sunderer of falsehood.
Allow no evil to remain, struck down by good,
Struck down by you, thou lightning-bound angel.
The world remains in a state of peril,
Besieged by enemies vicious and crude.
They tremble before thee, bright-shining, and hued,
As they wait for a punishment cruel.

Gallop into the sunset swiftly,
As the story follows in futile pursuit.
The end will nigh find itself coming.
Zantetsuken, annihilate all those unworthy.
A name in blood, a pact of truth.
Odin shall rise, his bond eternal and unyielding.

Eidolons of Gran Pulse: Shiva

By the grace of Etro, twin rulers arise from your icy thrones.
Come forth, sisters of Winter wastes.
In you, our trusts are placed.
Let not your presence remain unknown,
Lest your enemies’, you do condone.
Stiria, heal comrades with haste,
As Nix destroys those in frost encased,
And soon shall the tyrant be dethroned.

Two tires screech against the cement,
Knowing their speed will suffice.
A wall of ice, your weapon wielding.
Diamond Dust, freeze those of hot temperament.
A name in blood, a pact of ice.
Shiva shall rise, her bond eternal and unyielding.

Summer to Autumn

Summer
Warm, sunny days
The disgusting smell of sunblock
The sun beating down from overhead
Fun-filled days spent in the surf at the beach
Frolicking endlessly with friends and family, old and new
But soon, the weather grows colder and less bright
The trees and plants lose their vibrant colors
The skies turn gray and dull
As the season pass
Autumn